Conference misery::feline_v1

2207.0. "Sweetie = 1 tiger wrapped up in a pretty package!" by SALEM::DEFRANCO_J () Mon Feb 06 1989 12:42

    
    
    Living with Sweetie is certainly an experience!  She is much more
    active that my other two cats were as kittens. I think her tiger
    markings are very well reflected in her personality.    
    
    At this point, I don't think I have a pair of stockings that don't
    have at least one tooth hole in them and the toilet paper has never
    looked sorrier.  We now have to keep the glass doors closed on the
    tub because Sweetie has learned to remove the drain.  What strong
    little paws she has, I can barely take it out but she just pops
    it out like nothing!  
    
    I generally crochet at night but that is fast becoming a hobby of
    the past.  Sweetie just loves to chase the thread as its moving
    up towards the hook.  Actually, I have been letting her get away
    with this because its the only way I can keep her on the couch next
    to me.  She loves to run from one end of the house to the next while
    chasing her crushed up cigaret packs.  When she is done playing
    with the pack, she generally deposits it in our slippers.  Strange habit,
    don't you think??
    
    Sweetie is also great for getting locked up in closets.  She is
    so fast and quiet that I don't even realize that she is in them
    before I close the door!   I am forever doing the old cat count
    to make sure I know where everyone is.  Never fails, Sweetie is
    always the missing one.  She is usually in the bedroom or coat closet
    when I find her.  She is so cute when she comes out.  Her head and
    tail are both raised up straight in the air and she meows at me
    as loud as possible (which is still almost unaudible) as if to say,
    "why did you close the door mom, I was just looking!"  
    
    Actually, getting locked in the closet isn't so bad compared to
    the possibility of getting locked in the refridgerator.  We have
    to be so careful now.  As soon as that refridgerator door is open,
    Sweetie is trying to climb in!  I can't count how many times I have
    pulled her out of the bottom shelf!  Considering she doesn't like
    people food, I can't imagine what the attraction is.
    
    Oh well, who can figure out what goes on in the mind of a little
    orange tiger cat??  Whatever it is, I'm having fun and I hope she
    keeps her kitten ways forever!  Then again, if she decides to give
    up attacking my ankles, I don't think I would complain!!
    
    
    Jeanne, Cali, Sam and Sweetie 
       

    I swear that the knack for causing trouble is somehow associated
    with that orange tiger gene.  Elmo, now at a feisty 10 months, shows
    no signs of slowing down.  He even runs around between mouthfuls
    of food.  He's always getting himself in the most ridiculous
    situations, then has to call mom or dad to help him out. 
    
    Luckily he has knocked the "attack the ankle" habit.  Now we have
    to cure him of the bookcase to turntable diving trick.   You got
    it- he loves to jump from the bookcase and land of the stereo
    turntable.  Needless to say, he has trained us to leave the cover
    on.
    
    	-Nancy

    Gee, do I remember a certain little kitten who sat around being a
    perfect angel while her prospective parents agreed she was the calmer
    of the two babies??  Well, you should see the other one!!  Julie (also
    an orange tiger) makes Sweetie look like the angel she is!  Last week,
    I found her screaming her head off standing on the top of a door!  I
    don't know how she got there but she did!  I ran over to her and she
    jumped onto me with every claw hyperextended.  I've had to learn to
    sleep without moving, as even the slightest twitch of a foot sends her
    on a 'foot safari' that lasts for hours.  When she wants me to hold
    her, she simply shimmies up my leg and swats at me.
    
    I have no socks or hose that have not been killed by Julie.  Last
    night, as I attempted to do laundry, she dragged a pair of panty hose,
    2 socks, and a glove up from the basement and murdered them.
    
    Then I look at that little face with the tiny nose (and huge ears) and
    I melt.....
    
    Mary

    Yup, x 16.  Lordy, what would life be without the little hairbags.
    Normal, you say?